I just finished the run-around for stuff and things. Overspent a little, but I won't need that much next week. I hope.
Or it could be the cost of living creeping slowly upwards. I hope not.
I have Patreon stuff to post, offerings to create, perhaps some time devoted to either (a) synopses or (b) Picking out flash fictions to read for the TubeTube shorts.
Best to get on with getting on with that.
I'm seeing my shrink in a couple of hours. I have stuff to post on Patreon and I need to take a couple of pictures for over there, too. And there's a supply run in the offing.
As well as the normal run of offerings unto the temple of notes.
Fun times ahead.
I can only launch after the Shrink Stuff(tm) but I can get a rattle on with my other contributions to the nonsense. And that's the PLN.
The good
Read more »Rain and rail closures prevented my love and I uniting last night. So I made a lazy meal and hauled off to bed.
Today, I have the opportunity to make sure we have supplies. Stuff for the kids. Things for my good self. That kind of business.
So I got to strap on my knees, check my list, and set forth on a grand tour of assorted shops to go get things.
Yay.
After I return and have my post-shopping treato, that's
Read more »I need coffee. More accurately, I need a supply of coffee pods and that requires a trip to Costco so I can get them in bulk.
I've just done my medication thing, and I'm in the process of recording more chapters. I'll work on the daily offerings until 10, when Costco is open at last.
My efforts at getting my Passport refreshed have hit the imp's ass, so to speak. I need a confirmation email to activate my account, and because the
Read more »I forgot a few things when shopping yesterday, so I have to do a remedial shop today.
One among our prizes from yesterday was a cow tongue. Which Mayhem and I are going to turn into a very nice soup. He doubts that I've done this before, but I know I firkin did it.
Okay, yes, I did feed the kids pig tongue earlier, and they had zero objections. Miss Chaos even snaffled the tongue skins for snackage.
We need ingredients for
Read more »We need rice, I need to clean out the Catio, and do all the nonsense related to making The Bikkie. The good news for you is that I have offerings in hand.
Beloved is in the process of bouncing back. The arm seems to be the only lingering impediment to her doing whatever she whist.
...and she's already bored with soups and purees. Poor darling.
We did some social shenanigans pretty late into the night which resulted in a sleepover. Adorable's bed
Read more »We're short on cream and I need to get more, so that's going to be an interesting journey. I cried the last time there was a grocery shop.
At least this time I can focus on what we need, get it, and get out. And I have some cashes to help alleviate the impact on my bank account.
Yesterday, I did manage to filter ten more potential publishers. Some have specific time windows when they're open for submissions, so I may have
Read more »Plague news: two new cases, both imports. Eleven total, nine in hospital.
Yesterday, I have learned some leet interface skillz. Enough to maybe outline a bare-bones tag entry system. I can only try. Just... not this morning because this nerd needs to go shopping.
Bulk bacon bits [because we go through them like billy-oh], coffee, vegemite, rubbish bin and laundry hamper. It's the little things that make the difference, sometimes. And these little things will be making a lot of travel for
Read more »Imagine a Shop for Adventurers that sells nearly everything.
Including Scrolls to Talk to other Races and even with Animals and invokal Things.
Of course those Scrolls have a Price, however they can be found on Dead People or in the Dungeon. -- Anon Guest
The chain was called Infinite Needs, and catered exclusively to Adventurers. The secret was that each pokey little shop front lead to a pocket dimension of a warehouse that was, theoretically, endless[1]. The shop had already
Read more »the stuff every JOAT needs, and of course the Bargain Bin. -- Knitnan
It was one of those poky little storefronts that one could swear entered into another dimension. The ones with more depth than they rightfully should have had, and surprise extra levels with staircases and shelving designed by Escher. It was called simply Things and every JOAT browsed there at least once a day.
Inside was organised chaos. JOATs could do things with paperclips and ductape that no other cogniscent
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